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you’ve been to a real , live man in far too long.
    Well, yes, there was that. To her acute embarrassment, a moment before he’d summarily rolled her off him, he’d given her a look that said, totally inappropriate behavior. He knew she’d lingered. Why, oh why, was this man Connie’s obstreperous farmer? It wasn’t fair that he hadn’t given her a single clue to his occupation. After all, where was the flannel shirt? The farm supplies baseball cap? A man in his fifties?
    Nothing about Luke Anderson said farmer or even hinted at the profession. In fact, everything said, cover model for Calvin Klein. Messy-cut, sun-kissed blond hair glinted in the sunshine and his cheeks had matching dark gold stubble. His square, broad shoulders supported a royal-blue cutoff shirt which did nothing to hide solid and tantalizingly rounded biceps, and butt-hugging straight-leg jeans lay against narrow hips and a washboard-flat stomach. He was, without a doubt, one of the most handsome men she’d ever seen.
    Piercing blue eyes now tinged with shards of ice burned her. ��Get that thing of yours under control.”
    Maggie-May had released his leg but she was now hunkered down facing off the much bigger border collie. Even though Erin knew it was her dog who had caused this mess, she took umbrage at Mr. Luke Anderson calling her precious a thing. “That thing is a dog, thank you very much.”
    He scowled at her and his skin tightened over prominent cheekbones, making his previously handsome face suddenly stark and hard. “No.” He pointed to the dog he’d called Mac. “That’s a dog. Yours is just a damn nuisance.”
    “Look, I’m really sorry she tried to bite you but she was just protecting me.”
    In one fluid movement he rose to his feet and well over six feet of pure, unadulterated maleness stared down at her. A sweep of heat rushed through her, darting directly to the apex of her thighs, making it glow deliciously hot. It hadn’t done that in a very long time and she fought hard not to press her legs together and gulp at all that gorgeousness.
    Incredulity crawled across chiseled cheeks. “Protecting you from what exactly?”
    This time she swallowed and said quietly, “You.”
    “Me?” His arms flew out in front of him. “What the hell did I do?”
    Maggie-May growled and moved toward him. Erin grabbed her diamante-studded collar and tucked the wriggling and barking dog firmly under her arm. “You got a bit close to me at the car.”
    His jaw tightened and then indecently long eyelashes—the length and thickness women paid a lot of money to have created for them—brushed against his cheeks for an instant before he hooked his gaze to hers and seemed to take in a deep breath. “I apologize for invading your personal space.”
    Anytime , the frustrated woman inside her called out loudly. Erin instantly stomped on her inner slut and nodded her acceptance of his terse apology, which really didn’t sound much like one at all. Taciturn and brusque. Hmm, he was a farmer after all.
    “Shh, Maggie-May.” She stroked her dog, who gave her a confused look and finally stopped barking, but kept her eyes fixed firmly on Farmer Anderson. Meanwhile, Erin struggled against the morass of mud that slurped around her, feeling her feet slipping inside her completely inappropriate and now ruined footwear. Her wickedly expensive sandals, whose purchase she’d justified as an investment in her business because they gave her the air of a successful photographer, which impressed potential clients.
    As much as she wanted to get up out of the mud on her own, the fact she was holding Maggie-May meant she couldn’t get her balance. Meanwhile, Luke Anderson hadn’t moved a muscle and she was starting to wonder if Connie had been right about him deliberately ignoring her calls. Cross with herself for having to ask for help, cross with him for not offering any, she blurted out, “Would it be asking too much for you to give me a